Music is not for the players, but for the listeners. Even those who give birth to it from their head, their heart, their soul and their hands, must bring it to life, so that it lives on the air. Even those that would re-create its color, its motifs, its nuance and unveil its secrets, must first be its audience.

There is no music without the listener. It is its aim. It is its beloved. It is its final resting place, living briefly in song and lingering forever in memory. And whatever it brings, it is owed to the listener. This music is given freely, crafted by an artisan, molded from the raw material of an idea, and an ideal.